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*) Lathmou a British prince, taking advantage of

Fingal's absence in Ireland, made a descent on Morven, and advanced within fight of Selina the royal palace. Fingil arrived in the mean time, and Lathnion retreated to a hill, where his arany was surprised by night, and himself taken prisoner by Offian and Gaul the son of Morni. This exploit of Gaul and Offian bears a near refemblance to the beautiful episode of Nisus and Euryalus in Virgil's ninth Æneid.

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shower; they look towards green Ullin for the
white fails of the king. He had promised to
return, but the winds of the north arose.

Who pours from the eastern hill, like a
stream of darknets? It is the host of Ļathmon.
He has heard of the absence of Fingal. He
trusts in the wind of the north. His foul bright:
ens with joy. Why dost thou come, Lath.
mon? The mighty are not in Selma. Why co-
mest thou with thy forward spear? Will the
daughters of Marven fight? Bnt stop, o mighty
streaın, in thy course! Does not Lathmon be
hold these fails? Why doft thou vanish, Lath
inon, like the inist of the lake? But the fqual-
ly storm is behind thee; Fingal pursues thy
steps!

The king of Morven started from steep, as, we rolled on the dark-blue wave.

He stretched his hand to his fpear, and his heroes rose around. We knew, that he had seen his fathers; for they often descended to his dreams, when the sword of the foe rose over the land, and the battle darkened before us.

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Whither haft thou fled, o wind? faid the king of Morven. Doft thou rustle in the chambers of the south, and pursue the showeş in other lands? Why dost thou 'not come to my fails? to the blue face of my seas? - The foe is in the land of Morven, and the king is absent. But let cach bind on his mail, and each assu. me his shield. Stretch every spear over the wave; let every sword be unsheathed. Lath. pon *) is before us with his host; he that fed **) from Fingal on the plains of Lona. But he returns, like a collected streain, and his roar is between our hills.

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Such were the words of Fingal. We rushed into Carmona's bay. Ossian ascended the hill; and thrice struck his bofly shield. The

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*) It is faid, by tradition, that it was the intelligence

of Lachinon's invasion, that occasioned Fingal's return from Ireland; though Offian, inore poetically, ascribes the cause of Fingal's knowledge to his dreain,

**) He alludes to, a battle, wherein Fingal had defeatz

ed Lathmon. The occasion of this first war, between those heroes, is told by Offian in another poem, which the translator has seen.

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